Chapter Thirteen
Appa
“Hmm, you keep your promises…”
I sit up, planting my palms flat on the mattress behind me, so my chest arches out toward him.
“Do you feel better?” Rook asks, walking into my room. Always in the dark and unrecognizable, but I know his body and silhouette now.
After our last interaction, the memory of his heat hums throughout my veins, only adding to the burn for him in my lower torso. He has to want me back, want this, and I wish he’d just rip the mask off and reveal himself.
I move to my knees. “I will…soon.” I grab him by the shirt and tug.
He topples over me, crashing us back onto the mattress.
He plants his clothed legs on each side of mine and sits up, pulling his shirt off.
I reach up and graze my fingers over the cool metal that invades his nipples.
It’s his signifier. That and the vicious scar on his right side that I want to drag my tongue across.
“I’m supposed to be the one grabbing you,” he says, pinning my wrists to the bed above my head.
I grin to myself in the dark. “You were too fucking slow,” I purposefully taunt.
“Mm, are you horny, baby girl?” He kisses my neck, swirling his tongue over my collarbone. “What do you want, Appa?” he asks against my skin.
He licks down my chest, leaving a moistened trail on my skin, and he shoves my camisole out of his way.
“You. All of you,” I practically beg, clawing at his back.
He shifts, and I instinctively grab his biceps.
He gets up, forcing my arms to drop at my sides.
The bed is lonely without him as he starts pacing. “What? What’s wrong?”
I’m obtuse… He probably meant ‘how’ I wanted it tonight.
“You don’t even know me,” he whispers so softly I nearly miss it. His words were soft, but they strike a fire in me.
I sit up again. “Whose fault is that?” I ask with furrowed eyebrows.
Oh, I shouldn’t have said that.
I get up too and wrap my arms around his torso from behind, brushing my cheek against his firm back. The abs are warm under my palms, and he flinches from my cool touch. He gently grabs my wrists and moves my hands away from him.
Even in the dark, I can see him shake his head. “Don’t act like you want to know me. You only want the version that fits your twisted fantasy.”
I sit on the edge of my bed, letting my feet dangle above the floor. I’m gutted, not making sense of how this is my fault when he shows himself online a certain way. I cross my arms over my chest and look to the side, away from him.
I rub my upper arms to warm them. “You built it.”
“And you wanted it,” he calls over his shoulder.
Rook isn’t a soft boy who would speak like this, so I call his bluff.
“Shut up and give me what we both want.” I can’t tell if my words enraged him, but I think most dominant men would be pissed at being told to shut up. It’s reckless, and sometimes, I can’t stop the Southern sass from seeping out.
“I don’t have to do this with you.”
I can feel him recoiling, the distance between us in my bedroom growing greater, and I can’t believe how much I misread this. Panic snakes through me as I get to my feet again, digging my toes into the soft carpet. “Please don’t slip away now.”
I know you care.
“Do you think I like this, Appa?” His voice is hoarse now. Tone rough, like it hurts to say.
“But you keep coming back for this because I’m the perfect girl-next-door type you want to wreck, right?” I raise my eyebrow at him, but I know he can’t see it.
He turns, and the room tilts as he throws me over his shoulder in an instant. “We’ve gotta do something about that mouth of yours.”
Rook mode activated.
He slaps the curve of my backside. Hard.
The sting blooms across my backside and lingers for a few seconds after his touch.
He throws me down on the bed, knocking the wind out of me, and gets on top just as fast, pinning my wrists above my head and pressing them into the mattress.
He grips my jaw with his other hand. “I don’t need to put up with entitled princesses. ”
“Then you chose the wrong girl.”
What the fuck has gotten into me?
I shouldn’t have said it. He abruptly sits up, and the worry that he might leave rips through me.
I thought I knew what buttons to press to keep him here.
“Wrong girl? You’re the right bitch to break.” A gasp, stemming from fear and lust, slips through my lips.
Maybe I don’t know who I’m messing with.
He crawls over me, pinning my wrists again. He hovers his body an inch over mine. “Is this what you want, Appa?” I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head to the side. He trails kisses down my jawline and over my throat and collarbones again, like we’ve restarted the evening.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Are you sure? Even when I call you a bitch?” His mouth finds my shoulder and gives it a light nibble with his teeth. The action reignites the fire between my legs, and I’d say anything right now to get him inside of me.
“Please.”
“Hmm, I don’t think you really want me.” He plants a hot, lingering kiss right between my breasts.
“What? Of course, I do!”
I hate how desperate I sound, but he holds the cards.
I turn my head back, trying to break my hands free from his hold, but he just laughs and tightens the hold on my wrists.
“You’re no match for me. I can take whatever the fuck I want from you,” he mocks as I struggle to get free.
I want to wrap my arms around him, but he’s not in that kind of mood tonight.
His voice drops. “Keep your hands above your head or I’ll find something to tie you up with.
” He moves and drags my panties down my legs.
I move my hands to see what he’d do, but he immediately snaps back and pins them down again above my head. “I’m not fucking kidding.”
Fine, I’ll play by his rules for now.
“Were you expecting me, Apps?” he asks, kneeling between my thighs. I should feel exposed, but my body’s his now. His fingers graze between my legs, making me shiver. I can feel him spreading me open, studying me like he’s noting every detail.
“I mean, not necessarily, but hoping,” I answer, and the cheeks of my face must be red.
He traces his index finger over the intentional small patch of hair I left when I shaved down there. “I like this,” he says and kisses my inner thigh. The compliment shouldn’t make me blush the way it did when he was accusing me of not wanting him just minutes ago.
“You don’t need to… I’m ready,” I say.
“Don’t be a bitch, Appa.”
Only Rook could give me a degradation kink.
“You’re not the one in control here.” His finger finds my clit. Hard. “You’ll never be because I’m stronger than you.” I don’t know what kind of kink this is, but I’m into it. I shift my hips, looking for some friction. Literally anything. But he gives me nothing.
“Rook, I want it,” I cry out.
He slips his middle finger inside me, and my breath catches.
I want to press my thighs together to squeeze tighter, but he’s too in the way.
His thumb brushes my clit, searching for the right rhythm with his middle finger.
I try to wiggle away from the direct stimulation without moving my wrists, but as he curls his finger inside me, I squirm again.
“I don’t think you’re ready for Daddy yet.” His lips press against my inner thigh, and he lightly sucks on the delicate skin there. Is he really trying to give my thigh a damn hickey? A wet spot stays on my thigh like he’s trying to brand me.
“This is torture!”
“You don’t know torture…yet.” The way he lets the words slide off his tongue makes me believe that I shouldn’t argue this with him. He sits up after being extremely up close with my most secret place. “You ready, baby girl?” he asks. “I can’t wait any longer,” he adds under his breath.
His words crawl under my skin. “Ugh, I hate that nickname!” I grumble.
“Mm, I like it for you.” I think he’s teasing me, but the nickname makes my stomach churn from years of being called that by my family.
“I don’t like it, baby boy,” I tease back, echoing our DMs.
He moves over me, so we’re nearly face-to-face again. “Who’s a baby boy?” He thrusts into me as he speaks, stretching me in that delicious way, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. He’s so long…and girthy. I can hardly believe my body accommodates him.
“Not you,” I moan, eating my own words.
“Don’t fucking forget it, Apps.”
He sits up, angling himself better, and he thrusts hard and fast. The stretch turns to friction fast, and I pant out. I keep my hands above my head despite my aching shoulders. He must know my shoulders are aching, but that’s probably why he’s making me do it.
Rook pulls himself all the way out of me, and before I can complain, he’s kneeling on either side of my head with his pulsating dick in my face.
“Suck,” he orders.
Bold of him to trust me now with how bratty I was, but this is the first time I’ve had him in my mouth.
He guides himself past my lips, and he tastes like salt and sweat—us mixed.
And it only turns me on more. I can finally press my thighs together, looking for friction yet again, but the emptiness is more apparent than ever.
He forces his length as far as it can go with me lying on my back.
The texture is smooth like velvet over steel with prominent veins curving along its length.
I smirk internally at how aroused he is.
He could never leave; he wants this too badly.
He withdraws from my mouth with a satisfying pop from my lips.
“Before I blow, roll over, ass up,” Rook instructs, moving off me.
I do as he says, but a flicker of nerves hits.
What would he do next? I flip over, bracing myself on my elbows.
I feel him tap my butt with the blunt head, and I tense up.
He grazes his fingertips over my backside.
“Don’t worry; we’re only doing what you know.
But I’ll take this too when I want it.” He gives my ass a quick pinch that makes me jump up a little. “Just pleasure now, baby.”
I sigh in relief when I feel his wide head press against me again. He pushes in slower, more methodically. Nearly retreating the whole way before sinking back in. I moan out. The slow motion combined with his girth makes my toes curl. I grip the sheets and move my hips in the same rhythm.
“Faster,” I call out. I press my cheek into the mattress, arching more.
He doesn’t argue or hit me with another degradation line. Just obeys and increases the pace while keeping the long, toe-curling deep strokes.
“Are you gonna come on my dick?” he asks, pounding into me even harder. My body bounces against his, making each impact thud through my spine. “Come on, make it worth my while.”
His words and the sound of our bodies slapping undo me. My muscles clench around him, and I moan out. He maintains the same pace while I ride it out. “Oh,” I sigh when I come down. He buries himself deeply and goes still as the familiar pulsing sensation beats inside of me until it fades.
“God, I don’t want to leave.” His voice is breathless and rugged.
“Then don’t.”
He withdraws from me, and his hands find my shoulder blades. “Shoulders okay, baby?” he asks. He rubs into them, thumbs kneading as they run up to the top of my shoulders, then back down.
“I think so,” I answer quietly, but I don’t want him to stop. He rubs small circles on my upper back, and it’s too soothing.
A few minutes later, he gets off the bed, and my eyes track his movements as well as they can while he redresses.
I roll to my side to face him, and between my legs, I can feel his release oozing out of me.
It’s a mess I decide to ignore for now. “Go harder next time. I’m afraid you’re softening for me, and that’s not what I want,” I say.
He sits on the edge, presumably putting his shoes on. “Is that why you were such a brat? You want to be punished?”
My tongue drags over my dry lips. “Mm, I don’t know, but I want the intensity.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I do, and I want your worst.”
He drags his hand over his face. “Fuck, Appa.” He looks straight ahead of him like he’s afraid to meet my eyes. “Fine, you asked for my worst…don’t cry when you get it.”
I’m not going to cry. I’ll smirk instead because he’ll never say no to me. But I dare him to try.